A Rosh Hashanah Menu
Our 7-year-old asked us this weekend, “What does ironic mean?” and it’s a very hard concept to define. We had a lot of trouble. But now I think I can explain it better. There is a very real irony to the fact that mommy is sitting here writing about what she is going to make for tonight’s dinner for 10 instead of actually making it. This irony will likely become more pronouced as the afternoon wanes on, culminating in a big sweaty, panicky burst of irony about 10 inutes before everyone arrives.
So, stay tuned for photos tomorrow (note to self, remember to get camera from car), but here’s what’s for dinner (see, now that I’m putting it in writing, you’ll know if I get overwhelmed and skip a dish. Don’t tell anyone.):
My mother is, in fact, bringing the brisket, a chicken dish, and the chopped liver, which is why I’m not lying on the floor weeping right now. I’m making:
Bruschetta (I can’t stop making it, I just can’t)
And for dessert:
Another Peach Crostata
Ok, seriously…gotta go.